Bruce Williams - Four Poems

Drawing by Judith Wolfe

BRUCE WILLIAMS /

Four Poems



        HIGHER EDUCATION

        Hush, hush, whisper who dares
        (AA Milne)

        Feed the black dog whisky
        nothing is left to chance
        medicine physics history
        Christopher Brennan is dropping his pants

        Up the skirt of knowledge
        honey: let's say we dance
        by the country-rich college
        Christopher Brennan is dropping his pants

        Shelley was banished from Eton
        Jew religion, poofter romance
        first grade has dished out a beating
        Christopher Brennan is dropping his pants

        You at the back, you at the front
        You with the sharp wit
        You with the blunt
        Shut up
        You had your chance
        Christopher Brennan is dropping his pants


        MY MYSTERIES

        My mysteries are all
        the obvious ones

        like how you
        could love me like
        the distinct intoxications
        of two beers at noon
        and two at midnight

        like a soft kiss
        there and another
                                         here


        FRISK (zero tolerance)

        This darkness
        picks locks light-
        fingers pockets warm
        intrusive slides up your ass
        and out discovers this
        thigh-strap holster your
        one shot gun
        this darkness picks locks
        this darkness chose you


        PRIME

        I am a veiny-faced man
        with a heart so true
        my face grows veinier
        just talking to you


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